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Monday, January 12, 2009

I got on here with the intention of writing some light-hearted meaningless drivel.

Steven has a toothache. This is no, owie, somebody get me a baby aspirin and break it in half pain. This is oh dear God I can't stand it kill me now pain. He needs a root canal. I've never seen him so troubled. He has forehead wrinkles.

I've sat by him in recovery from his heart cath, visited him in the hospital, nursed his colds and flus, and I can not stand this. I can only imagine what it would be like if I had to watch my children dealing with pain.

He's at home, hopefully asleep. I used to get migraines and I know that sometimes sleep is the only escape from the pain.